Irony

Irony is having to buy and install a new, larger mailbox when all I really want is to never receive another piece of mail. The only things ever waiting for me in the mailbox are either a bills or junk. Just more things to clutter my table, bar, and butler's pantry until there is an avalanche or I just can't stand it anymore.


But alas I was tired of soggy junk mail. And letters from the home owners association complaining about the fact that our old mailbox was missing its door.



So how long do you think it will be until I get a new letter from the HOA about the fact that our mailbox doesn't match the old one? The one mailbox they don't make anymore...